prompt: purr (varia/draal)

“You purr,” she says softly, petting his nose.

His eyes open and they are so slow and tired it breaks her heart a little, again. His voice is low and roughened when he speaks. “…What?”

She strokes his nose, listens to the sound resonating through his chest and jaw. Rusty, uneven. Strong still.

She rests her forehead against her knuckles, feeling him breathe through the back of her hand. In, out, there and deep. “You still purr.”